Disrespect Equals Soap

 

Quietly, sitting in the passenger seat I watched yet another stop light pass into the distance. I knew Jillian was fuming by the way she was driving; head forward, a little too heavy footed, and probably replaying the evening in her mind. It didn't take long before Jillian had pulled the car into our lane way. I shuttered as Jillian turned the ignition off and headed for the house; somewhere deep inside I forced myself to follow her.


Click! Went the lock in the door as Jillian unlocked the door. Jillian swung the door open and looked at me. I knew what that look meant. Obediently, I entered the house with Jill on my trail. SLAM!!! Went the door behind me followed by the click of the door locking. I felt Jillian's hand on my upper arm in one motion she had me spun around facing her.


"Unbelievable! Your behaviour tonight was.....unbelievable!!! The attitude and the disrespect..... you know what. You're still doing it, the rolling of the eyes, the sighing, throwing of your shoulders. I have had enough. You're not sorry at all, are you?"


"I am."


"No you're not. You just shrugged your shoulders again. You know what. UPSTAIRS!!! Into your pajamas now!!! GO!!!"


Dragging my feet all the way to the stairs, I started for the bedroom. Up the stairs I stomped annoyed that Jillian was upset with me for no reason. Slamming open the bedroom door I saw my pajamas laying on the bed. Layer by layer I began removing my outfit; first my suit jacket, then my suit vest, my dress shirt. There I stopped and noticed myself in the mirror; didn't I look sexy in just my bra and suit pants. Sighing as I turned away unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off. Standing in my bra and panties I opened the closest to dig out hangers to hang my suit up. Piece by piece what should have been our wonderful evening was replaced back into the closest. I heard our stairs creek as Jillian step on the first stair. It made me jump into action. I slammed the closest door shut; turned and jumped into my pajamas; in one quick jump I placed myself in the centre of our bed. I heard Jillian hit the top stair and I just about threw up with nerves. Jillian entered the bedroom.


"If I hear one more inch of attitude out of you; I promise you won't sit for a month," Jillian promised.


"Yeah! Yeah!"


That was it. It didn't matter what had happened earlier that night it was in that moment Jillian was pushed over the edge. In one brief movement Jillian had taken a hold of my ear, forced me up off the bed and down the hall into the bathroom. Jillian slammed the bathroom cabinet door open. I knew what she was reaching for and I hated it. I watched Jillian's hands as she unwrapped the worst punishment known to man. Well in my opinion anyway.


"I have had enough of the disrespect tonight. You are damn lucky I didn't take you into my office and put you over knee then and there. Open!!!"


"NO! Please, I'm sorry," I begged.


"Right of course now you’re sorry."


Jillian placed the soap down on the counter. Grabbing a hold of my arm Jillian pulled me over her knee. Swat after swat landed reminding me who was in charge in our relationship and that any type of disrespect was never going to be tolerated. One way or the other I was going to do as I was told when I was told.


"Now! Sunshine! We can do this one of two ways; my way or my way mad!"


I was returned to my feet. My hands immediately found my burning bottom; rubbing I tried to work out the sting.


"Yes, Ma'am."


"You best decide right now! Now put that soap in your mouth," Jillian ordered.


"Yes, Ma'am," I found myself fumbling through placing the bar of soap into my waiting mouth. Looking at Jillian through my wet eyes I allowed my hand to find my stinging bottom once again. I knew this was forbidden in Jillian's mind. Jillian grabbed a hold of my wrists pinning my arms to my side; shooting me with a thousand daggers as she stared into my eyes. "You know better! Don't you?"


I shook my head yes. My mouth was quickly becoming full of soap. I didn't know how much longer I could will myself to ignore the horrible taste that was filling my mouth and throat. After what felt like forever Jillian released my right wrist just long enough to remove the soap from my mouth.


"Spit!" I followed Jillian's motioning hand and spat out as much soap as I possibly could without the present of water. Immediately, I found myself being pulled towards our bath bench. Jillian lowered herself into a sitting position and with one firm pull I landed across her lap.


"Jilli please, I'm sorry." My feeble attempt to change Jillian's mind was answered with a cool breeze blowing across my now bare bottom. Jillian had removed not only my pajama pants but my panties too. The sting of four dozen swats landed in quickening fashion. Shocked by the rapid and firm spanks I forgot about holding my position. Jillian was now contending with a kicking and flopping, five year old little girl. Tears could be seen falling to the floor as I tried desperately to get out of Jillian's firm hold. The more I fought the more tense I felt her muscles become. Suddenly out of nowhere Jillian stopped spanking me and released her hold. With a loud crash and a scream of pain I landed at Jillian feet square on my burning bottom. Reaching down Jillian grabbed my chin and pulled my eyes in line with hers'.


"Kneel!"


Clumsily I forced myself up and onto my knees; hands on my head. Jillian stood and exited the bathroom leaving me knelt and wondering what she was planning next. It wasn't long before I heard Jillian re-enter the bathroom. I didn't dare look at what she carried in with her. I was sure it didn't matter either way I wasn't going to like it. My stomach flipped as I felt Jillian's hand secure itself around my elbow. No words really needed to be spoken. Jillian stood me up and positioned my hands on the bath bench; back arched; bottom pushed up high in the air; waiting for its assault to continue. I heard a familiar sound happening behind me; I could only guess that Jillian was preparing her belt. I forced my stomach back into its place with one huge gulp. With a force I had not felt at the hands of Jillian in a long time the belt strokes began. The sting of each stroke was intensified by the previous stroke. Jillian was in no mood to allow the sting to subside before applying the next stroke. Two minutes in, I broke and pulled out of position into a squatting position protecting my bottom.


"Back into position," Jillian ordered.


"No, Jillian," I defied.


Pulling me into a standing position Jillian firmly pointed towards the bath bench, "Into position."


"I don't want anymore," I whimpered.


"It's not about what you want. If we all got what we wanted we wouldn't be here. Would we?"


"No," I said in defeat.


"Position," Jillian ordered again!


"But I'm sorry," still pleading. 


"You really want to make this worst on yourself?"


"Please," I cried?


"Last warning! Hold your position," Jillian was at her breaking point.  


Fearfully, I returned into my position crying. I was really sore already. Did she really think I was going to be able to take more? I heard the belt cutting through the air again. SWOOSH! CRACK the belt cut into my tender flesh. I was sure I was going to start to bleed. I was forced into taking another two minutes of firm strapping. My face was dripping with tears when Jillian decided I had paid the proper price for my crimes. I heard the belt land on the bench beside me and felt Jillian pull me up into her arms.


"If you ever pull this crap at my company get together again, it will be twice as long and twice as hard. Do you understand me?"


"Yes, Ma'am."


"Go to bed."


Jillian headed downstairs as I entered the bedroom. Knowing what was expected of me I placed my stuffie on top of our dresser. Exhausted and very sorry I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up; every sign of disrespect had melted away. Drifting off I dreamt of a forgiving morning to come.